The whole thing about being manic is that it’s fun, until it isn’t. The strength and speed of the outward spiral feeds on itself until the tether to reality is severed. The worst manic years are still a blur, and what I do remember I don’t always trust. However, I think the slow train wreck… Read More What, Me Fired?
My Manhattan career began at a small yet very chic ad agency on Broadway in NoHo, which was referred to in those days as “Silicon Alley”. You know the type, soaring loft ceilings with the guts of the building displayed like a designer construction site. All of the desks were at off angles and the… Read More Silicon Alley